you kneel
finally in honor
of love
it is not
subjection
you are not
his subject
you are the king
of love's
humility
it is not
humiliation
you kneel
you bow your head
before love
and when you
stand
to see love's face
the white pigeons
begin to
fly in those
empty skies....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem